When The Crow Flys Poem by zackery geddies

I'll be waiting here for you.
I'll never forget the horrible
Things you do.
You left.
At the time
That I needed time with you.
I never got to say.
What had to be said.
For now you are dead.
I'll be waiting.
When the crow flys
I'll be waiting for you.
When I hear the flapping of a wing.
I will pull out that ring.
It wasn't my choice.
I never had a voice in your opinion.
But when the crow flys
My eyes will be glued on the grave.
You can adapt,
feel a wave
Wave of terror.
When I hear the wing flapping.
I don't know what to do.
Forgive the faults?
Or follow my heart.
I will have my answer.
When the crow flys.